wirher

Life is life, nana na nana.

Labadab dab dab life!

What was left when the fire was gone?

I thought I found right but that right was wrong.

All caught up in the eye of the storm.

I'm trying to figure out what it's like - moving on.

And I don't even know what kind of things I've said,

My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead.

So picking up the pieces, now, where to begin?

The hardest part of ending is starting all again.